"What's life if ya can't buy a man some food? 'Specially a member of Sacramento's finest." Is he referring to Tristan's position as an officer of the law? Or the fact that he's one of the People? Probably the latter. "We take care of our own, right?" He says it with that same smile, but the gleam in his eyes says his serious. Dead serious. For Kid, supporting his fellow Uratha: listening, advising (some might say educating), and fighting beside them is almost as important as following the demand of Black Wolf that No Sacred Place in his Territory be violated. Indeed, the connections and stories that bind the People figure as a kind of sacred place to his mind. A social place, of comfort and renewal.
He's wiping his plate with a piece of toast when the waitress arrives with Tristan's food. And a refill for their coffees. "Oh, that looks good. Almost makes me want another round." He burps. "Almost. Thank you ma'am." She leaves without a word. "She's sweet, ain't she?" Kid says to his new friend.
"You don't say? An even handed cop, huh? Well. That's a sight." He's joking around, though there may be a story there... "And a spiritually minded one to boot? Well, we could use more of you 'round these parts." Again, a clever bit of double speak. Right now, they're three Cahaliths and one Rahu; two Meninna, a Farsil Luhal, and a Suthar Anzuth. Tristan makes a welcome addition, all the way around the bend.
"So you, uh, been on the job for a while?" He snickers, being one of the People is a full-time gig indeed. More coffee, down the hatch. And then he pulls out a pouch of tobacco and begins rolling up smokes. He's gonna need about ten when he's back outside.